Dear... You, My Eight Wonder
Along this profound timeline of finite evolving species of utter nonsensical conspiracies of their origins and afterlife, you are here.
You are here where the star sown sky is still above your head. Where the sun hasn’t swallowed our unknowingly only earth.
You are here where your skin and bones haven’t decayed into the constellations. Where your composure has yet to melt under our fickle moon.
You are here where pomegranate strokes of cotton candy clouds and the biggest star morphing into the ripest tangerine are consumed by nightfall.
You are also here where the fiery sun stretches from under prairie grasses and vast oceans.
You are here.
Not six feet under. Awoken by Hades with the drowning of your soul in the River Styx.
Not light years away. Created in a small entity with the searching of a habitable planet.
If the possibility that you are not loved ever submerges into the bottomless pit of your mind and heart, you have insulted the stars that work like clockwork to let you breathe the same air as the seven wonders of the world. The stars that wrap around the fibers and muscles of your heart to grasp heaven in a wild flower.
The blueprints are impossible to diminish, for you are the eight wonder of this world.
You are loved.
[It’s 5am here and I’m too lazy to fix any mistakes in this mess. I’ve recently come across this site and read countless of letters from people I may never know. It breaks my heart that a good handful of the people here are slowly slipping into despair. I truly hope this letter touches your heart. I should mention that I’m just a lazy high school girl that has no clue about this world. But that’s the thing right? Humans are clever but clueless. Well, enough of me ranting. If you ever need to talk to someone my Snapchat is @userless25 (although I don’t have much social media I’m quite active on there so don’t be scared to add me, also I’m very lonely so I’d appreciate it!). Have a good day, my eight wonder of the world. ]